Martin is a 1978 American horror film written and directed by George A. Romero.
Romero claims that Martin is the favorite of all his films. The film is also notable as the first collaboration between George Romero and special effects artist Tom Savini.
Martin (John Amplas) sedates women with a syringe full of narcotics and then slices their wrists with a razor blade so he can drink their blood. Martin, who comes to live with his granduncle and cousin in the dying town of Braddock, Pennsylvania, has romantic monochrome visions of vampiric seductions and torch-lit mobs, but it is impossible to tell how seriously he takes them. In addition to the vampiric themes, the film shows the stagflation of the 1970s in the form of the struggling residents of Braddock.
Martin's granduncle, the superstitious old Tada Cuda, has reluctantly agreed to give Martin room and board as he is the closest living relative, as well as his nephew. Cuda is very much a Lithuanian Catholic who treats Martin like an Old World vampire and tries unsuccessfully to repel Martin with strings of garlic bulbs around the home and a crucifix. Martin mocks these attempts and says bitterly, "There's no real magic... ever." When Cuda warns Martin that if he murders anyone in Braddock that he will be killed, Martin sneaks out at night into inner city Pittsburgh and instead begins targeting crooks and drug dealers and draining their blood, although he still focuses on seducing women. Martin seeks advice on women from a radio DJ, who calls him "The Count" and eggs Martin on to try and seduce girls when the DJ realizes his listeners consider Martin a hit. When being put to work in a grocery store owned by Cuda, Martin strikes up a friendship with a lonely housewife, turning into a full-fledged affair with tragic results.
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Keywords: martial-arts, mixed-martial-arts
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Opening at the funeral mass for Mikel, we flashback to those that played a part in Mikel's life and death; his estranged wife, his traditional Basque mother, a female impersonator and friend to Mikel in his coming out, and even the local priest.
Keywords: basque, bisexual, closeted-homosexual, cross-dressing, female-impersonator, funeral, gay-interest, male-frontal-nudity, male-rear-nudity, oral-sex
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Martin takes away Magdalena, his girlfriend, from her home to live with him. There, Magdalena will take care of Martin's father, who's in bed very sick. But Magdalena's relatives are very upset with Martin. Cristino, her brother, looks for revenge in the bar, but Martin defeats him in front of the governor of the town. Martin's brother, on the contrary, is a good man with a prosper corn business, and soon he will marry with his girlfriend. But one night occurs a tragedy. Martin's father dies in a fire while he was sleeping, and he's blaming Magdalena about the accident. Martin leaves Magdalena, after seriously beating her up. Martin's brother fiancée tries to convince him about coming back with Magdalena, but he says that never loves the girl, and she's the one that he loves instead. The day of Martin's brother weeding has come and there will be Martin, demanding to his fiancée to come with him by the force.
Keywords: alcoholic, gambler, jealousy, revenge
He was born in the woods
Torn from his home.
Well, he was naked,
And destined
To be out on his own.
And he waited in darkness,
Hoping someone might see,
From something so rough,
What a treasure he'd be.
Stronger than steel and wood.
Seen me through the bad and good.
And when I'm hanging by a string,
Every little thing
Is understood
Between Martin and me.
Well he's hollow in the middle
From the shape that he's in.
He's either filled up with music
Or locked in his shell again.
And it takes some fine tuning
To make him come around,
But he's a huge piece of me
And I'll never put him down.
Stronger than steel and wood.
Seen me through the bad and good.
And when I'm hanging by a string,
Every little thing
Is understood
Between Martin and me.
He is a good friend,
And he has his own voice.
And you get what you give;
Sometimes it's just noise.
But if you treat him well
He will last your life long.
And if you're honest and open
Well, he will write you a song.
(Write you a song, write you a song)
Stronger than steel and wood.
Seen me through the bad and good.
And when I'm hanging by a string,
Every little thing
Is understood
And when I'm hanging by a string,
Every little thing
Is understood
Straßburg lag im Sonnenschein
Und ich sah nur ihn allein
Martin
Weißt du, wie verliebt wir sind,
Sagte er im Sommerwind
Martin
Ich denke immer an die Zeit
Und keine Stunde tut mir leid
Einmal wird er vor mir stehen
Und ich träume vom Wiedersehen
Mit Martin, Martin,
Denn seine Liebe war so schön
Straßburg liegt im Sonnenschein,
Aber ich bin so allein
Martin
Durch die alten Gassen zieht
Immer noch ein Liebeslied
Martin
Ich denke immer an die Zeit
Und keine Stunde tut mir leid
Einmal wird er vor mir stehen
Und ich träume vom Wiedersehen
Mit Martin, Martin
All meine Träume heißen
Martin, Martin,
I just want to tell you about Martin
Cos nobody I know has got a brother like him
As kids we could never be parted
The neighbours all knew us as the terrible twins
At school some kids were always looking for a fight
But Martin never wanted a fuss
Bigmouth Brown thought he'd push him around
Being three years older than us
So I smashed him in the mush with the cloakroom stool
I got six of the best and suspended from school
But it was worth it with a brother like Martin
It was worth it with a brother like him
We used to nick motors for a joyride
Till we rammed a Black Maria in this XJ6
To give Martin time to get clear
I tried to punch a few policemen before I got nicked
I got Borstal for taking and driving away
And beating up the boys in blue
But Martin never missed a single visiting day
He hitched from Clapham to Crewe
With all me racing mags and the little bits of news
Smuggling in ciggies and a little bit of booze
No-one ever had a brother like Martin
No-one ever had a brother like him
People get the wrong impression with Martin
I know he doesn't mix much but he's no snob
The weekend I got out of remand home
He'd got Uncle Ruby to find me this job
And back at my Nan's he'd repainted my room
And bought me a brand new carpet
There was all me old records and books on a shelf
And a secondhand telly from the market
You can get a bit hard when you've been inside
But I hugged the old bastard and I almost cried
Cos no-one ever had a brother like Martin
Te dire un secreto Y que quede entre tu y yo
Siento que te quiero Puede ser que si, puede que no.
Te bese instintivamente
Sin saber lo que hacia Yo me lance
Corazonado Delante de tu cuerpo
Yo me rompia
Sintiendome bendecido por tu amor
Corazonado
En brazos de tus brazos
Se derretia
El iceberg de mi frio corazon
Ahora tengo miedo
Si te digo la verdad
Sufrira mi ego
Donde acabara mi vanidad
Te toque inmediatamente
Corazon de suicida Me enamore
Corazonado...
Yo te ame voluntariamente
Corazon de suicida Me enamore
Eres tu, mi secreto eres tu
Eres tu, mi secreto eres tu
Yo te ame, de veras que te ame
Martin, est-ce que tu viens demain ?
J'aimerais bien savoir
Ce qui peut ?tre possible entre nous
Martin, les lignes de ta main
Me laissent apercevoir
Des choses…et nos rendez-vous
Ta ligne de vie est tr?s jolie
Ta ligne de c?ur ne m'fait pas peur
Et le destin…il est pour nous Martin
Ne fais pas le malin
Les envies les espoirs
Ca veut dire que ?a vaut le coup
Martin, si j'ai eu du chagrin
Aujourd'hui la victoire
Serait de te voir pendu ? mon cou
Pont :
Ta ligne de c?ur ne m'fait pas peur
Ta ligne de vie est tr?s jolie
Et le destin…il est pour nous Martin
La lala lala…
La lala lala…
Martin, un geste de ta main
Ou une petite histoire
L'histoire d'un soir
C'est tout c'que j'veux Martin
Martin, tu es sur mon chemin
Et rien n'est d?risoire
Rien que toi et moi
Pont :
Ta ligne de c?ur ne m'fait pas peur
Ta ligne de vie est tr?s jolie
Et le destin…il est pour nous Martin
Est-ce que tu viens demain ?
J'aimerais bien savoir
Ce qui peut ?tre possible entre nous
Martin, si tu ne me dis rien
Je crois qu'il va falloir
Que je choisisse plut?t Benjamin
Bless that summer of eighty-eight
On a bench outside the Ox & Gate
With a sponge, spanner and rusty nail
And a nice sharp piece of string
Didn't make sense then don't make sense now
But what the fuck's it matter
Martin missed it doing time
Some with smileys and bandanas
Some trailing heavy manners
From the darts to the bookies to the phone
To the bar to the cab waiting outside
The pub changed hands and word got around
Barred nutters flooded back from miles around
It was a battleground - it went off every night
Martin, Martin, I'm sure he's firing somewhere
Martin, Martin, fired up inside
He pushed it all two steps too far la la la la la
Long arm of the law
Martin missed it doing time
The back bar's cheesier, Big John looks queasier
Nostalgas easier as time goes by
But that nostalga thing says
'where the fuck you're looking?'
maybe twenty-first's not the right time
perhaps my expectation was a little bit high
or maybe cos i was still drunk since may
or between us there is nothing to say
to be frank i have forgotten your voice
to be honest i can't even remember your face
somehow in my heart you've occupied a place
every now and then you make me fall
you bring me sore
so by the time you came passing by
i knew it was all designed
i knew there's no place where i could hide
you know i can't decide
you know i can't deny
so by the time you gave me your smile
and then you left me behind
oh martin you messed it all up
so how you took me up into the sky
let me fall and let me cry
all along i'd been waiting for your call
after all just a simple lie is nothing at all
but you've decided not to call anyway
cos between us there is really nothing to say
so by the time you came kissing me
you know you're confusing me
oh martin you know it's all wrong
so how you threw me up into the sky
Hidden like the squalor that we create
Martin wants out of this
but poverty keeps him in this place
Sratching like the vermin between the walls
Martin needs a friend but the people the he meets
just give him shit and pretend, they're no good
he's not blind, all he needs is a single ray of light
Life's too short but seems too long
when lonliness becomes the norm
life's too short but seems too long
and it may come as no surprise
but the lonliness in martin's eyes
was good enough
and life itself was long enough
Knowing full well, knowing what's going on
knowing for far too long, jealous
he's so jealous of all the fun
Martin needs a friend
but the pricks that he meets
just give him shit and pretend
Long enough, life itself was long enough
Hoy siento que te alejas más de mÃ
Y que te pierdo más
Mi alma es fuerte cuando estoy cerca de ti
Espero que comprenderás
Cuando ves que el amor se va muriendo
Desvaneciendose en mi piel
No me dejes solo aquà con mi dolor,
Oh oh
Coro:
No temas, ven a mÃ
Queiro caminar mi cuerpo junto a ti
Entrégame tu amor
Para matar todo este sufrir
Las cosas han cambiado entre tú y yo
Para mal or para bien
Me consumo en el vacÃo de esta soledad
Y te busco más que ayer
Cuando ves que los sueños vn muriendo
Desvaaneciéndose en mi piel
No me dejes solo aquà con mi dolor,
Oh oh
Coro:
No temas, ven a mÃ
Queiro caminar mi cuerpo junto a ti
Entrégame tu amor
Para matar todo este sufrir
No me dejes solo aquà con mi dolor
Oh oh
Coro:
No temas, ven a mÃ
Queiro caminar mi cuerpo junto a ti
Entrégame tu amor